I rely on healing powers to save my life

"No, I'm not God, and this is not heaven." Shiratori Xia picked up a slice of bread and bit it down in front of Denji.

Dianci's expression was blank for a moment, then he fell down with a slap, closed his eyes, and covered himself with a quilt peacefully, with a look of lovelessness on his face, "You're right, God won't eat my painted Toast with jam, I guess I haven't woken up yet."

Shiratori Xia looked at the TV and then at the toast in his hand, "Do you want to eat it too?"

Almost as soon as Shiratori Xia's voice fell, Dianji jumped up from the bed, his eyes lit up like two small lights, "Think!"

"Tell me earlier, there are plenty more if you want to eat." Shiratori Xia went to the kitchen, brought back the leftover toast and jam, and put the things on the table next to Dianji's bed.

"Really, is this all for me!" Dianci grabbed a piece of toast and looked at Shiratori Xia while holding back the saliva that was crazily secreted in his mouth.

"Well, you're welcome, just eat it."

Receiving Shiratori Natsu's answer, Denji stuffed a big mouthful of bread into his mouth rather unceremoniously.

The sweet taste of toasted bread bloomed in Dianzi's mouth, and Dianci couldn't hold back, tears and snot flowed out together.

A slice of bread is precious to him, let alone a toast that is perfectly toasted and crunchy.

Simply luxury.

Is this the taste of happiness?

Before swallowing the bread in Dianci's mouth, he opened his mouth and stuffed the bread slices in again, until he couldn't fit any more, then he chewed randomly twice.

Shiratori Xia was taken aback by Dianci's eating appearance, went to the kitchen and poured Dianci a glass of water, who knew that Dianci was crying when he came back.

Shiratori Xia hurriedly took paper and pasted it on Denji's face, "What's wrong?"

"I feel like I'm still dreaming. I was still talking to Pochita yesterday that it would be great if I could eat slices of bread every day from now on." Denji sniffled his nose, wiped his face with a paper casually, and his eyes fell on the side of the toast plate on the jam.

"Can this jam be eaten casually!"

"Of course, you can eat as much as you want." Shiratori Xia sat down on the chair beside the bed, propped her head to watch the TV, and squeezed jam on the toast for the first time until the whole toast was almost buried by the jam.

Shiratori Xia looked at it and thought it would make her throat choke.

Shiratori Xia couldn't help but said, "What did you eat before?"

I stopped and thought for a while, "Wheat flour, add water and drink it. If it's a festival, I'll add some sugar, it tastes like cake! Bochita also said it was delicious."

Shiratori Xia frowned slightly, what kind of life did this child lead before.

"Then who is Pochita you've been talking about?"

"Bochita is," Denji lowered his head and put his hand on his heart, "is my friend. Although he is a devil, he is like my family."

"Bochita is a dog-shaped demon. There is a chainsaw protruding from its head, which is very powerful." Denji gestured to the puppy with a chainsaw on its head.

"Dog-shaped demon?" Shiratori Xia was taken aback.

If he guessed correctly, Pokita is most likely the chainsaw demon.

The chainsaw demon has turned into a dog-shaped appearance, no wonder he and Maqima haven't found any news about the chainsaw demon for so long.

"What happened to you and Pokita?"

Den once swallowed the last bite of bread, carefully licked his fingers clean, and told Shiratori Natsu about the matter in detail.

"So that means Pokita has become your heart?"

"It's like this." Denji peeled off his clothes, and there was a pull ring on his chest.

Shiratori Natsu leaned forward to get closer to Denji, her fingers touched the pull ring on his chest.

Denji lowered his head and didn't move, Shiratori Natsu was very close to him, Shiratori Natsu's silver hair hung down, Denji couldn't see Shiratori Natsu's eyes clearly, but he could see Shiratori Natsu's upturned The bridge of the nose and the soft looking lips below.

Denji swallowed his saliva, and looked down Shiratori Natsu's neck, Shiratori Natsu's neckline was opened because of his movements, and Denji could see a small part of Shiratori Natsu's chest skin.

Dianci's ears turned red, he never thought a man could be so good-looking.

Shiratori Natsu's hand touched his body, Denji jumped up suddenly like an electric shock and stood up on the bed, grabbed his clothes to wrap himself tightly, and looked at Shiratori Natsu profusely.

Shiratori Xia looked back in confusion.

Dianci's mind was in chaos, and he uttered a few words in a panic but didn't know what to say.

Shiratori Xia only pretended that he didn't like being touched by others, sat up straight and smiled apologetically at him, "Sorry, I'm just curious."

"No, nothing." Dianci sat back on the bed and replied in a low voice.

"What are you going to do in the future?"

"From now on?" A confused look appeared on Denji's face.

Since he was a child, he has lived to pay off the debts owed by his father. Now that the creditor's gangster is dead, he has nothing to do.

Seeing that Denji didn't answer him, Shiratori Xia turned his head and looked over, "Or do you have any wishes?"

"Wish?" Denji frowned.

In his consciousness, the last words Pokita said to him appeared in his mind.

"Dianci, live with my wish."

But what is Pokita's wish?

Dian frowned and thought hard.

Pochita likes to eat slices of bread very much. If it is Pochita's wish, it must be to eat slices of bread every day.

Having figured it out, Denji suddenly raised his head and looked at Shiratori Natsu firmly, "I want to eat slices of bread every day."

Shiratori Xia's eyes also lit up, "Really, then do you want to follow me, so that every day I can let you eat slices of bread, not just slices of bread, you can eat whatever you want."

"Really!" Denji raised his hand, "I do!"

"Deal!" Shiratori Xia raised her hand and gave Dian a high five.

After a crisp sound, he put down his hand again and again.

"But what do you do?"

"Me, I'm a folk demon hunter." Shiratori Xia pointed to herself.

Dianci knocked his hand, "Isn't that the same as what I did before, find the demon, kill it, and then buy the corpse on the black market."

Shiratori Xia shook his head, "No, that's not right, that's what only the prostitutes would do. Folk demon hunters get the entrustment money by accepting the entrustment of the police, and the corpses of demons are not allowed to flow into the black market."

"That's right." Dianci said in a long voice, "Then I was cheated before?"

"I was cheated." Shiratori Xia replied firmly.

Dian was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the pillow and punched it down, "Damn it!!"

Shiratori Xia stood up, "I was worried that you might not be in good spirits, but now that you are so energetic, I feel relieved."

Hearing this, Denji stopped the hand that smashed the pillow and looked at Shiratori Natsu.

"It's still early, let's go out, just in time to buy some clothes and daily necessities for you, by the way, I have to take a bath for you before going out."

"Okay." Denji jumped up from the bed.

Shiratori Natsu originally thought that it would not take much time to just ask Denji to take a bath, but when he found that Denji hadn't used the bathroom for a long time, he completely gave up on this idea.

Fortunately, Denji is a quick learner, Shiratori Natsu taught Denji how to use the bathroom in her home.

"Wash quickly." Shiratori Xia shouted, then turned and closed the door.

Ten minutes later, Dianci came out wet, shaking the water off his head like a golden retriever.

Shiratori Xia asked Denji to sit down on the chair, and took the hair dryer over to dry Denji's hair.

The clothes that Denji is wearing now are already tattered, and Shiratori Natsu doesn't have any suitable clothes for Denji to wear, so he can only roll up the sleeves of his jacket and cover up the torn sleeves in front of him.

Denji followed Shiratori Natsu out the door, only to realize that they live in an apartment with an elevator, which is much better than his old broken house.

"Follow me, don't get lost."

"Okay." Denji answered, and really began to follow Shiratorixia every step of the way.

Shiratori Xia brought Dianji to the clothing store and asked the clerk to bring Dianji clothes to try on.

It is rare to see so many good clothes this time. His previous clothes were all picked out of the trash can.

Sitting in the rest area of ​​the store, Shiratori Xia was a little bewildered by the clerk while watching TV, it was so funny.

After packing the clothes, Shiratori Xia handed it to Dianci, "Carry it by yourself."

"Oh, good." Dianci took the clothes, and the two went to the supermarket to buy daily necessities.

Coming out of the supermarket and walking on the street, he sniffled once, and a delicious smell passed into his nose.

Denji's stomach grunted in response to the occasion.

Denji looked at Shiratori Natsu with expectant and pitiful eyes.

Bai Niaoxia met his eyes, a little in disbelief, "You ate so much bread just now, are you hungry again?"

Denji lowered his head and touched his stomach, "Well, I'm hungry."

Dianci is so pitiful, Shiratori Xia pointed to the noodle shop next to him, "Let's go over there."

Denji instantly regained his energy and jumped up, "Okay!"

Walking into the store, Shiratori Natsu ordered udon noodles, and Denji also ordered the same udon noodles.

While waiting for the food to be served, Shiratori Xia casually chatted with Denji, "I haven't asked yet, how old are you?"

Dianci pointed to himself, "Me, I'm 16 years old."

Shiratori Xia blinked and sighed, "It's so small."

Denji heard the words and looked at Shiratori Natsu, "But you don't look much older than me."

Shiratori Xia beckoned, calling Dianci's head to lean over.

Shiratori Xia leaned closer to Denji, blocked the sight of others with her hands, and said softly, "Because I'm a devil."

Denji's eyes widened, and he looked at Shiratori Natsu with surprise.

Just then the udon noodles were served.

Shiratori Natsu thanked the waiter, opened the chopsticks and smiled at Denji, "Udon noodles are not good if they are swollen."

"Oh." Denji responded, mechanically opened the chopsticks, mechanically finished eating the noodles, mechanically followed Shiratorixia back, and mechanically lay down on the bed.

The moon was high, and Dian sat up suddenly.

He is a devil? !

Dianci's brain was confused for a long time, and finally announced a shutdown at a certain moment.

Denji closed his eyes and fell backwards.

Go to sleep.

You can always go to sleep quickly, and this time is no exception.

Den once again opened his eyes, the surroundings were blurry.

He scratched his head, is this a dream?

Denci turned his head, and suddenly found Pokita standing in front of him.

"Bokita!" Dianci quickly walked to Pokita's side.

Pochita maintained the shape of a dog-shaped demon, looked up at Denji, and opened his mouth to say something.

I couldn't hear clearly the second time, and before I could ask, Pokita had disappeared.

He only heard four words clearly.

"Sick devil."